Clint just nodded, figuring out the timeline in his head. The hellicarriers had fallen into the water, Steve had almost drowned, but somehow washed up on shore. Letting the target walk away was entirely different from dragging him to land, but Clint wasn't about to nit-pick with Russian brain washing. He'd danced this dance once before afterall.
"Right, that mission." That mission that Clint could really wax lyrical about, but opted not to. "Um, new mission, forget the old mission, someone else is dealing with that." Mostly Natasha probably, with the slew of information just pouring out about SHIELD and HYDRA and all the bullshit that came with it since inception. "We um... We have new handler, he's um..."
It took a lot of waving of the hand for Clint to click on something before a memory finally clicked. The tailor. Natasha mentioned the tailor and Bucky sharing a face, kind of like Hansel and Clint did, it seemed. "It's complicated to explain, so I guess I won't try." Clint's hand flailed a little, dismissing any attempt to explain just what Barnes was about to walk in on -hopefully.
"Walk with me." It wasn't voiced as a question, although it Barnes didn't want to, there was little that Clint could do to stop it. "I'll... explain it on the way." Hoping to God that ... God, what was the guys name? Clint had to pull out his device to flick through the network again. "How much of the town have you seen?"